The Complete Works of William Shakespeare. Уильям Шекспир

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СКАЧАТЬ to execute their preordaind faculties, but they are now in a most extravagant vagary. This you must doe: Confine her to a place, where the light may rather seeme to steale in, then be permitted; take vpon you (yong Sir, her friend) the name of Palamon; say you come to eate with her, and to commune of Love; this will catch her attention, for this her minde beates upon; other objects that are inserted tweene her minde and eye become the prankes and friskins of her madnes; Sing to her such greene songs of Love, as she sayes Palamon hath sung in prison; Come to her, stucke in as sweet flowers as the season is mistres of, and thereto make an addition of som other compounded odours, which are grateful to the sence: all this shall become Palamon, for Palamon can sing, and Palamon is sweet, and ev’ry good thing: desire to eate with her, carve her, drinke to her, and still among, intermingle your petition of grace and acceptance into her favour: Learne what Maides have beene her companions and play-pheeres, and let them repaire to her with Palamon in their mouthes, and appeare with tokens, as if they suggested for him. It is a falsehood she is in, which is with falsehood to be combated. This may bring her to eate, to sleepe, and reduce what’s now out of square in her, into their former law, and regiment; I have seene it approved, how many times I know not, but to make the number more, I have great hope in this. I will, betweene the passages of this project, come in with my applyance: Let us put it in execution, and hasten the successe, which, doubt not, will bring forth comfort. [Florish. Exeunt.]

       Actus Quintus

       Scaena 1. (Before the Temples of Mars, Venus, and Diana.)

       [Enter Thesius, Perithous, Hipolita, attendants.]

       THESEUS.

       Now let’em enter, and before the gods

       Tender their holy prayers: Let the Temples

       Burne bright with sacred fires, and the Altars

       In hallowed clouds commend their swelling Incense

       To those above us: Let no due be wanting; [Florish of Cornets.]

       They have a noble worke in hand, will honour

       The very powers that love ‘em.

       [Enter Palamon and Arcite, and their Knights.]

       PERITHOUS.

       Sir, they enter.

       THESEUS.

       You valiant and strong harted Enemies,

       You royall German foes, that this day come

       To blow that furnesse out that flames betweene ye:

       Lay by your anger for an houre, and dove-like,

       Before the holy Altars of your helpers,

       (The all feard gods) bow downe your stubborne bodies.

       Your ire is more than mortall; So your helpe be,

       And as the gods regard ye, fight with Iustice;

       Ile leave you to your prayers, and betwixt ye

       I part my wishes.

       PERITHOUS.

       Honour crowne the worthiest. [Exit Theseus, and his traine.]

       PALAMON.

       The glasse is running now that cannot finish

       Till one of us expire: Thinke you but thus,

       That were there ought in me which strove to show

       Mine enemy in this businesse, wer’t one eye

       Against another, Arme opprest by Arme,

       I would destroy th’offender, Coz, I would,

       Though parcell of my selfe: Then from this gather

       How I should tender you.

       ARCITE.

       I am in labour

       To push your name, your auncient love, our kindred

       Out of my memory; and i’th selfe same place

       To seate something I would confound: So hoyst we

       The sayles, that must these vessells port even where

       The heavenly Lymiter pleases.

       PALAMON.

       You speake well;

       Before I turne, Let me embrace thee, Cosen:

       This I shall never doe agen.

       ARCITE.

       One farewell.

       PALAMON.

       Why, let it be so: Farewell, Coz. [Exeunt Palamon and his

       Knights.]

       ARCITE.

       Farewell, Sir.—

       Knights, Kinsemen, Lovers, yea, my Sacrifices,

       True worshippers of Mars, whose spirit in you

       Expells the seedes of feare, and th’apprehension

       Which still is farther off it, Goe with me

       Before the god of our profession: There

       Require of him the hearts of Lyons, and

       The breath of Tigers, yea, the fearcenesse too,

       Yea, the speed also,—to goe on, I meane,

       Else wish we to be Snayles: you know my prize

       Must be drag’d out of blood; force and great feate

       Must put my Garland on, where she stickes

       The Queene of Flowers: our intercession then

       Must be to him that makes the Campe a Cestron

       Brymd with the blood of men: give me your aide

       And bend your spirits towards him. [They kneele.]

       Thou mighty one, that with thy power hast turnd

       Greene Neptune into purple, (whose Approach)

       Comets prewarne, whose havocke in vaste Feild

       Vnearthed skulls proclaime, whose breath blowes downe,

       The teeming Ceres foyzon, who doth plucke

       With hand armypotent from forth blew clowdes

       The masond Turrets, that both mak’st and break’st

       The stony girthes of Citties: me thy puple,

       Yongest follower of thy Drom, instruct this day

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